Lyrics
Stand-In
Every time I pick up your signal,You're there with himThrough many countries, thoughIn my dreams,You call me on the telephone
Oh-oh Like some stand-in stand-in Stand-in stand-in
All these years, everything changingThough I've changed tooSeems life has passed me byCan't believe, how I used to cry
My counselor says, "Play nice,Life is never worth the price of flight"But he's a con artistFrom harder to hardestWe learn to fight
Outside, snow ploughs are steamingIt's warm insideBut colder inside my soulI think of all the things that time hasStolen
On the road,The peaks and valleys flow into nightWhisker wheat, dimming lightLet me not be cynicism's fool
My counselor says, "Play nice,Anger is never worth the price of life"But he's a con artistFrom harder to hardest,We learn to fight
Wintertime, all of the birdsAre fast asleepThey're making straw pillowsAnd in their dreamsThey dream of beingBirds
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